[Kaves]   Don't make me put down my beer cause I'll bust that grill   And grab the Louisville out the Coup De Ville   Wiseguy, good fella, mean street, city dwella   And if you talk that shit than you wind up in my cellar   I'll bat you to the pulp with my fiction   My diction, causes friction in any jurisdiction   The lordz run the rackets on the ponies, my cronies   Stuck a feather in my hat and they called it macaroni      [Scotty Edge]   Yo they call me Scotty Edge from the tenement slum   I had to fight to get a crumb it's the white shark in the chum   You can tell where I'm from, from the letters on my jacket   I got a crew that's gonna back it, there a bad freegin racket   They soldier up when it's time to go to war   Outsiders on the turf and we meet at the corner store   And drink and to we stumble, to it's time to go and rumble   Like the Wanderers, we're warriors and we're on the move for trouble      [Chorus]   Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out   Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out   Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out   I said I can't get out they pull me right back in      [ADMoney]   Well it's the bad racket sound throwin' down for the crown   You better take those colors off if you're steppin' in my town   I got no time for the gat cause that shits wikiwak   Yo you must be smokin' crack if you think you can get with this style   Take it New York bound we're the originators of the rap throwdown   From the Bronx to Manhattan, Brooklyn keep them clappin'   I got Louisville slugger for you punks that are packin' yo      [Scotty Edge]   I can't get out they pull me right back in   It's the bad freegin racket with the Brooklyn battle hymn   They call me gentleman Jim, we're original like sin   We're the Lordz they're the frauds you find them in a garbage bin   You can't tag you're not a writer it's time to pay the bag piper   You're just a biter a yo yo overnighter      [Paulie Two Time]   I'm Manhattan bound watch the cop on the beat   Let's have a sitdown kid on Mulberry Street   Talk is cheap like a parakeet   If you snitch on the racket yo the mob rolls deep      [Kaves]   Well it's the capo with the flow from the social club   The Feds rock the tapes when they make the dubs   I go to rags to riches like the Big Ragu   It's the LOB crew with the Budweiser brew   Boom Bata Bing, Boom Bata Bing check it   It's the Lordz of Brooklyn bad racket respect it      [Chorus]   Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out   Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out   Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out   I said I can't get out they pull me right back in